His Mistress

by Psy Key

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance
Length: 2220

Princess Twilight Sparkle is a mistress to a human. Sexy time ensues.

Twilight Sparkle is a mistress. Her master is a human. Their relationship couldn't be more intense.

Written in first-person. This story includes a Human X Pony relationship, some Master - Slave "play", and sex. If that doesn't interest you at all, or you just really hate me or my stories, please leave. Otherwise, start reading the sexy stuff! Thank you!

Cover Art by Chaikeon! I would like a more fitting piece of art, but that'll work well for now.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-21 22:58:40 UTC

The Beginning

As I sat in my study, the warm fire lightly crackling and bringing a blissful light to the castle-like room as I sipped my licorice tea, I saw out of the corner of my eye, my dearest mistress. She had let her mane down after her bath; the moist, long hair only adding to her tremendous beauty. Her tail hung in much of the same way, but was much drier than her beautiful, multi-colored mane and was combed thoroughly from the looks of it. I'm still glad I bought her that stainless steel, 1000 tooth comb.

I sat there in my black and burnt orange robe, staring deeply into the crackling warmth. I did my damnedest not to hint that I caught her entrance, and by the light sounds of her hooves gently clopping toward me, it seemed to be going smoothly.

"Master," I heard her speak softly to me, "I bathed just for you."

I turned to her, a gentle, slight smile along my face as I gazed into her beautiful, night sky eyes. Her gaze met mine shortly after, and as I brought my free hand behind her head to guide her toward mine, we engaged in an eager and lustful kiss.

But it ended shortly as it began, or at least it felt as if it was short. My clock indicated that two full minutes and seventeen seconds had passed when I glanced at it.

I turned my head to see my still wet mistress flap her wings gently, hovering in front of me and between my spread legs. I saw her horn light up and felt her magic as she removed my robe with a devilish grin on her face and a blush so deep you would have thought her coat was red. Shortly after, I felt her magic grip my balls, and that is when I decided to set my tea down.

As my cock grew in front of the little pony princess that was my mistress, I sighed in satisfaction and arousal. Her eyes told he she was as happy as a school-filly, and the drool around her cute mouth told me she was lustfully hungry. As she finished and succeeded in producing my towering erection, she looked up at me, waiting for my approval.

I nodded with my gentle smile.

Mere moments later, I felt her nuzzle my cock. I closed my eyes and let the relaxation and pleasure rush through my veins. I opened my left eye slightly as she gave my cock a long, soaking wet lick. I almost moaned, but kept my composure. I was rewarded with her snout pressing against my urethral, and her taking a deep whiff.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my musky scent overtook her sensors. She absentmindedly lolled her tongue out and wrapped it around my cockhead, guiding into her warm and tight mouth that was ever so soft and exhausting her heavy breath.

I twitched slightly as I felt her take my entire head inside her muzzle. Her tongue was swirling around my tip, and she had no intention of pulling off of my pleasure pillar. She slid down with gracefulness and looked up at me with her cutest stare. I could feel her drooling copious amounts of saliva around my mare maker, and I soon felt her take me into her throat.

As she held my cock deep within her throat, I let my left hand rest on the back of her head, scratching behind her ears and stroking her silky mane. I started to breath heavily as I felt her start to suck on my cock like a foal does a teat, except without any teeth to assist in the feeding process.

She stared up at me with a gaze that could only mean, "Thank you, Master." It was something that stirred me on as I nodded to her again, and she slowly rose from my cock. I let out the manliest grunt I could possibly conjure, and still made it in the fit of pleasure. She then descended as soon as she reached my tip again.

She began her slow rhythm of oral pleasing, rising and falling upon my scepter like it was her precious life source, careful not to damage it and breathing so heavily through her nose I thought she might suffocate. Her drool pooled around my crotch and seeped down onto my leather chair, soaking her muzzle as she took my full length with every decent.

After minutes of her attempting to gag herself on my cock and her moaning in blissful pleasure and I pulled on her mane, I was close. I tapped her gently with one finger on her withers. she looked up at me, mid-decent, with a look that mixed disappointment and happiness perfectly. I knew she hated stopping, especially when she got herself seemingly addicted to the feeling of having her master's meat log lodged down her throat, but I also knew that she enjoyed my jizz like it was spring water.

She rose off of my cock, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out slowly, and closed her eyes. Her horn lit up with her bright, purple magic as she stroked me to my climax. I grunted again as I felt my seed surge through my cock, spraying out in long, thick, musky ropes.

The first rope landed across her muzzle and slightly into her mane. The second across her left eye. Pointing my cock a little better, she got the next few ropes in her mouth and let go of it with her magic as my last large ropes coated her face.

She licked what she could from her muzzle before opening her eyes and looking up at me. She then opened her mouth again, showing me the copious amount of cum that had pooled in that warm orifice, and then pushed her tongue back, swallowing my seed in a low gulp.

"Thank you for dessert, Master!" She said gleefully; her face still a mess and her nose constantly inhaling my scent.

Without further ado, I brought her upon my lap as she rested her body in the crook of my left arm. I finished my tea before long, and as I held her relaxed body close to mine, I got up and started walking to my chambers.

"Now it's time for the main event."

The Middle

I set my Twilight down on my plush, jet black bed. She stirred a bit, her eyes, those beautiful amethysts, looking up at me through slit eyelids. She looked so lovely laying there, her mane and tail frazzled and her face so relaxed. Perhaps she was tired, but I hardly cared. In fact, I knew she didn't care either. I knew she wished to serve me, and if that meant becoming exhausted after hard, rough sex, it would make her happy.

Fuck, did she look sexy.

"Master..."

I got onto my bed with her, caressing her body with my hands; exploring her. Her soft chest that felt like I could lie my head down and rest upon her. Her firm forelegs that looked majestic when wet. Her lower abdomen that felt warm and boiled within with my seed. She twitched a bit and gave out a cute "eep!" as I moved my hands down to her hooves, using a single finger to run circles on the soft flesh. I watched as her mouth hung open in a silent, low moan as I ran my thumb between the soft tissue that kept her balance.

I did so enjoy caressing her amazing body.

I moved my hands up to her inner thighs, rubbing slowly through her fur and making her continue that silent moan. I gently parted her hindlegs, being greeted with the intense smell of a mare who was so aroused that her taint winked in anticipation and hunger for a touch from her master. Moving her legs also caused her pussy to open slightly, the petals parting like a blooming flower that drooled and exhaled arousal. Her scent was one I would never get tired of.

I took a deep inhale of her feminine scent, moving by head in and staring directly into the convulsing hole that was made to caress and suck on my cock. Her little numb was not so little anymore, puffing up when she winked, becoming inflamed and large enough to suckle. I rubbed my fingers along her outer lips, making her gasp and shiver from the sudden pleasure.

I knew she was mine.

I pushed my index finger inside her convulsing slit, hearing her coo in pleasure and feeling her pussy grasp my finger like a vice. It was as warm as an oven, and as soft as firm gel. She was so wet it felt like I could pull right out, but at the same time, she felt as if she was pulling me in; wanting me deeper.

"Please... Please don't tease me, Master... I want it..."

After hearing her plea, I adjusted myself. Getting up and between her legs, I started to rub my rock hard cock against her slit; her moans music to my ears as I teased her most precious spot with my tip. After a few minutes of lubricating my rod, I pull her legs up higher, staring down deep into those eyes that could stop any sensible stallion, or male for that matter, in their tracks. Without any warning, I pushed my hips forward, sinking into that loving embrace.

"Mmmmmm, yes!" She cried out, finally getting what we both desired.

She felt even tighter now that I have my full length inside her, those velvet walls working harder to try and keep my dick inside, eagerly sucking on it like they had my finger, but with feminine lubrication that felt unbelievably warm. As I began to pull out, I heard her suppress a protest, holding her lower lip with her teeth as my dick grated on every ridge and muscle inside her hot hole. She enjoyed being full, but that wouldn't accomplish anything.

With tenacity and fervor, I thrust back in as soon as I was almost free, filling her completely as I felt her cervix press right against my urethra. I pulled out just as quickly and started off with a slow, hard rhythm. I was just getting started with her.

"I want it faster..." She let out cutely through her blissful expression. "Faster, please. Please, Master, faster!"

I loved it when she couldn't control herself. It was one of my favorite things to see, her begging for a harder, faster, deeper fucking. I couldn't complain, of course. That would be illogical. What male would complain about a tight, soaked, hot pussy that had a hunger for a cock only one could offer? What male would refuse a pussy that convulsed and gripped his flesh stick like a- well, I'm not sure if there's anything else in the world that could match what a mare's cunt feels like.

With more testosterone rushing through my body, I hung over my Twilight like a beast that needed his lust satisfied. I started pounding her pussy harder and faster, wet squelches and slaps of flesh against flesh and cock sliding into stretching pussy accompanied her more than loud moans and pleas for more. Princess or not, Twilight loved cock more than a jewel thief loves black diamonds. She loved my cock more than anything, possibly.

I pummeled my bookworm's pussy like it was an outlet for my anger and hatred, except my cudgel was something she could never get enough of. Multiple occasions I heard her moan and cry out as she came all over me and the bed, but I didn't stop. I wasn't going to stop until I had filled her womb full.

"Soooo good! Mmmmmm!"

Her face showed an expression that mixed exhaustion with need and lust. She was tired, but not enough to give up my dick in her slit. She wanted more, needed more, and wasn't going to sleep until she was properly sore in every hole.

But as much as I tried, it was difficult holding back my orgasm. That cute face was one that drove me to fuck her harder, and the rest of her body screamed, "Fuck me faster! Give it to me! Make me sore!" as she wrapped her legs around me, effectively swinging every time I shoved my cock balls deep inside her drooling snatch.

With a roar like a angry tiger that had just lost his prey, I grabbed her cutie marks and shoved my cock into her with the force of a piston into an engine, shooting my load directly into her hungry womb. She moaned as rope after thick, hot, virile rope filled her womb till her stomach felt full, a bulge forming from the pint of seed I dumped into her foal factory.

We sat there panting like crazy. Her face was one of complete ecstasy and mine was of a beast snorting from it's nostrils like it was hunting for something. My body pulsed with strength and need. I was clearly not done yet, even as my dick slide out of her gaping hole.

And then I heard the door swing open.